ON THE FLOAT

Folks don’t think of epiphany waves rocking the foundation of a seat with a banging, money shot view
While grass green/ suede brown mallards coast by, filtering life from murky depths for brunch
People might laugh at the idea of actual new schools of thought arriving as rednecks in furry hunting hats eerily float the peaks and troughs of not quite still waters
Who knows, really?
When will IT, that madcap, far-out, balls to the wall idea, come to you?
Three hours in sweltering skin soup with a side of BULLSHIT & IN YOUR FACE HONESTY might be topped with strange new thoughts of persona revolution
“Why the f**k has this never once occurred to me?” one might ask
Contemplation of Transformation and your actual piece of the pie-iii-ii
George and Wheezy never had the monopoly on attaining that prize
Roasted animal flesh wafts before me, around me, atop my current underpinning
I’m in a comfortable wicker chair, thinking
“Something died horribly for a gaggle of 21st century hippies to gain more unwanted girth and weight
While talking of muses and what makes life worth waking up to”
Still, the death of a few cows and barnyard buzzards?
Worth it, I think
We are magnetic yet again, baby
Who wants a True Understanding coming along while stooped before a questionable porcelain god after a night of high times?
Ejecting the contents of an aggravated stomach?
Think about it…
That same god likes to swallow s**t
IT drinks the hot, sometimes yellow swill of the human bladder
S**t, amid the chunks and the bile, who ever sees the reality bits that come with living regular existence?
4 hours aboard a flying collection of cold and shuddering spare parts
To get to a place where manhood may come from holding a fishing rod like a real man-sized c**k
Small fish, on the other hand, don't make small c***s
I oughtta know
Heh
Two hours inside of a machine with a raving mad engine
I think I can, I think I can
I know I can, so open the goddamn sun roof
On way to yet another coup of the horrors of banality
And here I am
Here we IS
Telling terrible horror/humor tales around a bone-fire of the mothafuckin vanities
Heh
The truth?
Am I being vague?
Nope
Figure it out for yourself, though; your truth
The moving, living innards of a fantastic building in the middle of a topsy turvy journey
Up and down stairs
Up and down life
Up and down something
Has my truth, my epiphany, my brain’s sudden conception of a new way to live arrived yet?
Nah
Not yet
Although, here, there, in this, in that, state of Missouri
I have no problems believing that it will happen sooner of later
You get this?
If so, f****n great
If not…
Well
Time is against me
Read again
Start over, mothafucka
This time, pay attention to the madness that somehow makes sense to me
And lemme get back to my goddamn bacon burger